A long time ago, I was fighting cancer. Months of treatment, hospital walls, chemotherapy that slowly drained my strength and made me lose my hair… Until one day, I heard the most important words from the doctor: “Be healthy.”
That same day, my boyfriend proposed to me. I cried with joy and said yes.
We started preparing for the wedding. For weeks, I searched for the perfect dress, thought about every little detail, and in my heart I wanted to grow at least a little of my hair back. But no – in the mirror, I kept seeing my bald head. I had to find a suitable wig to feel confident in myself.
I was worried about what people would think of my appearance. Many of the groom’s relatives knew that he had health problems, but not exactly which ones – so he hoped that they wouldn’t notice that he was wearing a wig.
Finally, that special day had arrived. Dressed in white, with my fiancé by my side, the church was ablaze with light and surrounded by quiet whispers. Everything seemed perfect… until they arrived.
The mother-in-law. She didn’t like it, and she knew why. She felt like she couldn’t give her son children and that he should marry a “healthy” woman.
She approached quietly, and suddenly I felt the wig on my head being ripped off. Her loud, almost triumphant laughter echoed throughout the place:
– Look! He’s bald! I told them, but they didn’t believe me!
Some laughed, some looked away, and some froze. I stood there, my hands covering my head, tears welling up in my eyes. I felt shame, pain, humiliation. My boyfriend hugged me, trying to comfort me, but I could feel his hand shaking.
And then something unexpected happened – and my mother-in-law ended up regretting what she had done from the start.
My husband did something no one expected.
“Mom,” he said firmly, “you are leaving the wedding now.”
My mother-in-law tried to answer this, but he continued:
You don’t respect my decisions or my family. I am ready to give everything for her. And don’t forget – you have been through a difficult time too, and Dad still loves you.
There was complete silence in the church. The mother-in-law, her face pale, turned and walked out, wiping away her tears. The guests murmured – some were shocked, others nodded.
And my husband just held my hand and whispered:
“Everything will be fine now. We will be together.